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There's a couple of things about the southwest that aren't immediately apparent to outsiders like us: first is that water is very important here and the second is that it gets very windy at certain times of the year. I am amazed at how many places there are that advertise fresh water and water cooler jug dispensing machines are everywhere. It is important to stay hydrated in the dry desert climate but it still seems strange to someone like me that comes from the relative wetness of New Jersey. The forecast was for wind so we figured it would be a good day to spend underground at Carlsbad Caverns National Park. The winds, predicted at 45mph with gusts to 60mph did not disappoint as they started up before dawn . The old Eurovan was rocking like a boat and the canvas flaps sounded like a sloop under full sail. It was just shy of a dramamine alert.
Eventually the sun came up and it was time to prepare the Eurovan for the
drive to the Caverns.
We could see the dust rising down in the valley. It's either the
wind or we're under attack by Cochise.
Even the National Park System can't avoid a little kitsch I guess.
Paging John Waters!
Dust blowing through downtown Carlsbad.
Astral Wendy was very excited to see her first Tumbleweed.
Elton John came to mind as I was dodging these things on the highway.
Here, this is not even considered a dust storm.
The drive up to the park headquarters and cavern entrance
winds through miles of scenic canyons.
Cactii, cactii, everywhere.
There's a big modern visitor center at the entrance to the caverns.
Ranger Gerry says "Do not eat the guano!"
We decided to walk down to the floor of the caverns using the natural
entrance. This leads to a winding trail that descends over 800 feet. Once
you reach the bottom, there is another major underground trail that's about
1.5 miles long. So we were down underground for a couple of hours. Then
we wimped out and took the elevator back to the surface.
The entrance is huge and dramatic. Here's one of the last views
of the sky we're about to see for awhile. Reminded me of that
one scene in Mozart's The Magic Flute.
Inside the caverns it's stalagmites and stalactites for miles and miles.
The paths are paved and well-railed. It's huge in there!
And always 56F degrees.
There are pools of water here and there.
The path is fairly steep in parts. My quads were burning.
I don't think the camo is working Astral Wendy.
I can see you.
Astral Wendy wanted to explore this hole until I pointed out the broken rungs.
In the Hall of the Giants.
In the Chapel of the Astral Wen.
We finally surfaced and it felt god to be back in the sunlight, despite the wind. We grabbed a bite at the Visitor Center restaurant (kitschy advertising works apparently) and headed back to camp.
The Pecos River. I can only think of Pecos Bill
every time I see the sign. And I don't even know
who Pecos Bill is.
The wind was still whipping up whitecaps on the lake when we
got back and then suddenly it just stopped like someone flipped
the off switch on a giant fan. Amazing.